Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tunisia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Agitation Free,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.